Love comes to all soon or late,
And maketh gay or sad;
For every bird will find its mate,
And every lass a lad,
Fragments from "The Mysterious Key And What It Opened"
written byLouisa May Alcott
© Louisa May Alcott
Love comes to all soon or late,
And maketh gay or sad;
For every bird will find its mate,
And every lass a lad,
© Louisa May Alcott